Finding peace in gentle zzz’s from my furry bestie. Hold all my calls and cancel all my meetings, I’ll most certainly be late for anything not happening right here.

Currently playing a fun game of “are these 3am cortisol spikes due to world affairs or menopause?”

Instead of making a resolution to welcome the new year, I’ve started choosing a word that sets the tone I’m aiming for in the year ahead. Last year that word was clarity. This year, that word is peace, and I found some during this weekend in the woods with good company and a roaring fire.